Find a way to stanch the slowflow-wound of sorryworry from your open poresworn as though a maskhas morbidly attached itself thereWary of siblingsliving with liesTry to ignore the well-deep itchwhich scabs over and scarsfarfar from Earth-truthsmooth across your nosesupposing this fabrication might flySkywardheard in the balls of God’s ears
Practicing chained rhyme in the Imaginary Garden!